The Blessing Of Snow

Ranger Bill, warrior of the woodland, struggling against extreme odds, traveling dangerous trails, fighting the many enemies of nature. This is the job of the guardian of the forest, Ranger Bill, pouring rain, freezing cold, blistering heat, snow, floods, bears, rattlesnakes, mountain lions.

Yes, all this in exchange for the satisfaction and pride of a job well done. You know, it's a strange thing the way we accept the Lord's blessing sometimes. Perhaps it's because we try to tell the Lord the method and manner in which we'd like the blessing delivered. We forget that while the Lord listens to our prayers and requests, He still knows what's best for us. The Lord's

wisdom is without fault, and we're the ones who fail to understand His ways because we think that we know all the answers. Our story today pretty well illustrates what I've been talking about. I think I'll call this one the blessings of snow. Let's drop over to the big feed mill owned by Barney Carver. In fact, the place is known as Carver's Corners, where two main roads intersect

right in the heart of the Big Prairie Country just to the southeast of Naughty Pine. It's mid-morning and a group of the farmers are gathered around having a little chin-fest. Another dry year I won't be bringing any grain here to be ground by name.

I guess you won't be alone Sam. We don't get moisture pretty soon. The Big Prairie will be the Big Desert. It's almost that now. I know. Me and the Missus took a ride last week and I had to turn back.

I just couldn't stay in looking at that country, shriveling up like a dead branch. Well, how long do you think you can hold out? I don't know. Year, maybe two. Not more than that. I don't want to use up all my savings to get blood out of a turnip.